When iheartscotch was a pup; the farmer across the street from school had a herd of buffalo. They got pretty loud when they got busy. And it was pretty obvious when the cow buffaloes were in heat. The nuns would play very loud hymns so the class wouldn't be scarred for life.

iheartscotch:El Pachuco: When iheartscotch was a pup; the farmer across the street from school had a herd of buffalo. They got pretty loud when they got busy. And it was pretty obvious when the cow buffaloes were in heat. The nuns would play very loud hymns so the class wouldn't be scarred for life.

I'd also help my uncle's cows calf during the summer. That's a very interesting experience. Especially if the calf is turned wrong. Then you've got to stick your arm up in there and turn the calf. I never did that part.

/ I'd do all sorts of fun stuff, like that, at my maternal grandmother's house

So, let me get this straight...at your uncle's farm with the cows you never got to stick your arm all the way up a vagina, but at your ...no, no, I don't even want to know.

El Pachuco:When iheartscotch was a pup; the farmer across the street from school had a herd of buffalo. They got pretty loud when they got busy. And it was pretty obvious when the cow buffaloes were in heat. The nuns would play very loud hymns so the class wouldn't be scarred for life.

I think the nun's efforts were in vain. Poor guy can't get it out of his head.